A Tribute Frederick William Smith

Sunrise: January 9, 1924   Sunset: November 20, 2014 

He showed me how to be a man. He’s helped me, advised me and guided me. 
Although sometimes I haven’t agreed with him along the way. 
He’s strong and gentle too, and I strive to be like him everyday...

I’m blessed to be his son, it was written from the start.
He’s a supreme father, loving, kind and smart.
He’s not a chic dresser, but he’s trimmed and very neat;
with casually smart clothes, to the shoes he wears on his feet.
 
He doesn’t hang out at the pub,nor does he drive a flashy car;
and when he takes vacations, he doesn’t go too far.
He doesn’t dine on fine cuisine; To him: ‘Fast food nuh sweet,’
he always has rice on his plate, when it’s time for him to eat.
 
He has a humble house in California,which has all what he needs.
He keeps his garden cut nice and short;
he grows vegetables and fruits and he trims all the weeds.
He used to work long hours, to earn an average pay.
Even when he was sick or tired, he turned up at work everyday.
 
He worked as a mechanic, a builder; a variety of jobs.
His pay just made ends meet;
but the few good friends and family he has,
makes his life complete.
 
He has never had much money,
his life is not for show; but still he’s the richest man, I will ever know.
He’s not well-versed in poetry, the theatre or the arts,
but he has wisdom, knowledge and overstanding of life,
something that he constantly imparts.

He loves the simple things in life, for riches he doesn’t thirst.
He knows what is important, he puts his family first.
The wealth that God has given him, to treasure in his life;
loving sons, daughters, grandchildren and great grandchildren, and a very special wife.
 
To many he’s just a simple man;
but he’s the greatest man I know.
A man of great dignity, honour and strength;
he’s my Dad, my mentor, my hero.
 
Bless up Dad!

Rest in Peace.